Poetry

The Poet and the Muse.

You are like poetry.
Full of emotion.
Full of the brightest dreams and the darkest nightmares.
I could say your nice.
That your pretty.
Your not though.
You are a tidal wave.
You are a sunset.
You are the smiling child.
You are the pumping in my heart.
You are everything.
I seen you in my dreams.
I woke up and you weren't there.
It tore my heart up.
I seen you crying and it felt like I was being thrown into your ocean of tears.
You said you wanted to die and I felt like I was being suffocated by your words.
You drank too much and said you loved me.
I felt an explosion in my heart.
You kissed me and it felt like you were giving me air.
I wrote you in a million poems.
You were my muse.
I was your poet.
A poet inlove means heart expanding works.
A poet that was heartbroken means the darkest corners of every shadow.
You were a hurricane.
You were my most disastrous poem.
You soaked my poetry in my blood and tears.
You made the darkest poem.
You made the most beautiful poem.
You didn't even leave me an empty page for another muse.